The sun glinted off the school driveway, catching the polished pavement and the sleek luxury cars lined up along the entrance. Students milled about, whispering nervously, unaware that the day was about to change.
A deep, smooth hum cut through the morning chatter—the Porsche 911 Turbo. Kael Paramaanantra stepped out first, calm and precise, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the crowd with that quiet, untouchable smirk. He leaned lightly against the car, one eyebrow raised, clearly amused by the attention already growing around him.
The faint rumble of another engine followed—a Maserati Quattroporte gliding gracefully into place. Rose Aria stepped out with effortless elegance, adjusting her jacket as her heels clicked against the pavement. She caught Kael's gaze and smirked.
"Finally," Kael said, teasing but smooth. "Was wondering if I'd have to wait all day for you."
Rose rolled her eyes, lips curling in amusement. "Someone had to make sure you didn't get bored staring at yourself in that car."
Before either of them could reply, a Lamborghini Huracán roared onto the driveway. Kairo Taemiyaklin jumped out, sunglasses tilted, smirk on full display. "What took you two so long?" he called playfully, tossing his bag over his shoulder.
Kael laughed softly. "Guess we're just naturally punctual, unlike you."
Rose chuckled, shaking her head. "You'd be late even if the car drove itself, Kairo."
Finally, a sharp roar announced the arrival of a Ferrari Roma. Vega MJ stepped out, one heel after the other, scanning the crowd with a faint, knowing smile. Students craned their necks as she adjusted her bag, finally speaking:
"Sorry, took me forever to find matching shoes," she said quietly, letting the tiniest laugh escape.
The three of them—Kael, Rose, and Kairo—smirked in unison, perfectly in sync. The air around them buzzed with untouchable energy, a mix of teasing camaraderie and lethal confidence.
As they walked toward the school entrance, heels clicking, jackets adjusted, and casual jokes still slipping between them, whispers erupted around the crowd
Every student could feel it—the new transfers weren't just students. They were a force, untouchable, bold, and completely in control.
The doors swung open, and the four of them stepped into the school as if it were their stage. The soft echo of their heels and footsteps seemed to draw all eyes immediately. Students froze mid-conversation, glancing nervously toward them, whispering under their breath.
"Is that…?" someone murmured.
"Vega MJ?!" another breathed.
"Kael Paramaanantra… he looks insane," came another voice.
"OMG, Rose Aria and Kairo Taemiyaklin too, they transferred here?!" said a girl looking at them wide-eyed in disbelief.
The group walked down the hallway, teasing one another quietly but with effortless style.
Kairo nudged Vega as they passed a group of chatty students. "You're thinking too hard about your shoes again, huh?" he whispered, smirking.
Vega shot him a glare mixed with a smile. "Better than tripping over your own confidence, Kairo."
Kael let out a low chuckle, scanning the crowd with those sharp eyes of his. "Watch carefully," he murmured to Rose. "These amateurs think they can size us up."
Rose tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Let them try. It'll be… amusing."
A couple of students, emboldened, stepped slightly forward, attempting to get a reaction.
"Hey," one of them called out nervously. "So… you're the new transfers? Think you're, uh… better than everyone?"
Vega raised an eyebrow, tilting her head just enough to let her voice carry without shouting. "Better? No. We just don't waste our time being mediocre like some people do."
Kairo laughed quietly, leaning slightly against a locker. "And we certainly don't do boring."
Kael's calm, precise tone cut through the murmur of the hallway. "You'll learn quickly who's worth your attention—and who isn't."
Rose's eyes flicked over the group of onlookers. "So… pay attention," she said softly, smirking. "Or don't. Either way, you'll remember us."
The students backed off immediately, some whispering, some gawking, all suddenly very aware that these four weren't here to make friends—they were here to rule the space, with style, confidence, and just the right amount of playful menace.
The four of them walked down the hallway together, teasing one another in whispers only they could hear, laughter quiet but perfectly timed, every movement deliberate. By the time they reached their lockers, it was clear: the school's hierarchy had shifted.
Whispers trailed them like shadows:
"Did you see them?"
"They're untouchable."
"I… don't think anyone's ever walked in here like that before."
And even among themselves, there was a shared smirk, a quiet acknowledgment: they were unstoppable together.
The bell rang—sharp, sudden—but instead of breaking the moment, it just confirmed it.
Students scrambled, lockers slamming, voices rushing back in a nervous blur. But the four of them? Unbothered.
Rose leaned back against her locker, arms crossed, watching the chaos like it was background noise. "First bell," she said lazily. "And they already look stressed."
Kael glanced at his schedule once, then folded it neatly, slipping it into his pocket. "Good," he replied. "People are easier to read when they're under pressure."
Kairo snorted, spinning Vega's locker key around his finger before tossing it to her. "Give it ten minutes," he said. "Someone's gonna try again."
Vega caught the key effortlessly, eyes glinting. "Let them," she said. "I'm in a generous mood today."
A few lockers down, a group of seniors kept stealing glances, whispering too loudly to pretend they weren't watching. One of them laughed—forced, unsure.
Rose's gaze flicked over, sharp but calm.
The laughter stopped.
She tilted her head slightly, voice low, not raised, not rushed. "Relax," she said. "We're not here for you."
That somehow made it worse.
Kael smiled faintly at that—just the corner of his mouth. "See?" he murmured to Rose. "Efficiency."
Kairo leaned in closer to Vega, dropping his voice. "You feel it, right?"
Vega smirked. "Yeah. They've already decided who runs this place."
The second bell rang.
Rose pushed off the locker and straightened, eyes meeting Vega's for half a second—enough to say we move together. "Alright," she said. "Let's go make class interesting."
They walked off down the corridor, not fast, not slow—perfectly timed. Heads turned again. Conversations died again.
And this time, no one whispered.
They were already watching.
ohhh YESSS 😌🖤
this is clean power, not loud power. I got you, Vega. Let's roll it—smooth, controlled, cinematic.
The classroom was already buzzing when the four of them walked in.
Not loud buzzing.
The nervous kind.
Whispers skidded across the room as they took their seats—Vega and Kairo side by side, Kael just behind, Rose casually claiming the back corner like it was hers by default.
A couple of students near the front kept glancing over, clearly working themselves up.
One of them finally stood halfway, leaning against a desk like he owned it. "Just so you know," he said, forcing a laugh, "this class already has a… system. You don't just walk in and run the place."
Silence followed. Thick. Waiting.
Kairo didn't even look up. He tapped his pen once against the desk. "Run the place?" he said lightly. "Nah."
Vega tilted her head, calm, eyes steady. "That sounds exhausting."
A few nervous laughs rippled—then died when Kael spoke.
"You confuse volume with authority," he said evenly. "People who actually run things don't announce it."
Rose finally turned in her chair, resting her arm across the back like she had all the time in the world. Her gaze moved across the room—slow, deliberate.
"And look around," she added softly. "Everyone already stopped listening to you."
The student swallowed. Actually looked around.
No one was backing him up.
Not a single person.
Just then—
The classroom door opened.
The teacher walked in.
Everyone snapped into their seats instantly.
The four of them? Already settled. Already composed.
Rose leaned slightly toward Vega, whispering, "See? Didn't need to try."
By lunch, the atmosphere had changed.
No challenges. No comments. Just stares and quick silences when they passed.
They walked across campus like they'd done it a thousand times before—straight to the old staircase, tables near the windows. Worn wood. Faded carvings.
Kairo dropped into his seat, grinning. "No way. This is the table."
Kael nodded once. "My dad mentioned it. Said they planned half their trouble here."
Rose smirked, setting her bag down. "Figures."
Vega laughed softly, leaning forward. "I can literally picture it. Same seats. Same chaos."
They ate slowly, relaxed, replaying the morning like it was a highlight reel.
Kairo imitated the student's voice, exaggerated. "You don't run the place—"
He broke off laughing. "Man nearly evaporated."
Rose shook her head, amused. "He thought confidence meant standing up."
Kael smiled faintly. "It meant sitting down."
Vega glanced around—the same students watching from afar now, pretending not to stare. "They're scared," she said simply.
"Good," Rose replied. "Fear keeps things… organized."
They laughed—quiet, easy, unbothered.
Same table.
Same energy.
Different generation.
And without trying, without raising their voices, without proving anything—
They'd already taken their place.